| the old routine again now. Waitrose was fucking packed with all the kids being off school (well, I think that's the reason, there was an awful lot of mothers in their trailing their spawn behind them). They only had one person on the fucking quick checkout (which they have now changed to include the lottery sales, meaning all the fools who pay the idiot tax slow down everyone who just wants to get their dinner and fuck off) so had to go into an ordinary one with people doing full weekly shops. Woman in front had a reasonable sized shop but every single fucking item was reduced, with those little stickers they have to peel off before scanning which makes it fucking epic. I must have been sighing very obviously or something as she said for me to go in front of her, so that was nice of her. felt a little guilty. When I got back to stansted yesterday there was a queue of people waiting to go up a small thin staircase into the arrivals section, the woman in front of me had a wee bairn who she was getting to walk up every single step. Just pick him up and save the hassle for everyone else. I was muttering away under my breath and she must have heard as she turned round and apologised ot me (when it was too late, at the top of the stairs). Find myself being far too openly scathing these days. Quite bored at work although I've had a little bit of tedious work to do. Got a final image composed for a client, which they were happy with, then they ask for just a little more spacing between some bars on the logo, which meant I had to redo fucking dozens of layers and their masks. Which was shit. Got my paycheck today and it's very nice seeing the extra money on there from my chunky pay rise. well, I'm going to squeeze some reading in before my dinnertime is over.
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